He was tall, soaked through, and staring at me as if he had just found something he had been searching for all his life.
He had deep green eyes.
A lopsided smile.
And the blonde curls I loved playing with.
My heart stopped when I recognized him.
« Monica, » he said.
I gripped the counter.
« Leo? »
His smile trembled.
« I told you I’d find you. »